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Painter, The Patricia the Stripper Perfect Day Polly Von Power Of Peace, The
The Painter
Album Spanish Train & Other StoriesBy Chris de BurghWritten by Chris de Burgh
I'd like you to meet my last queen,
Over there large as life
She's been hanging there for almost a week,
My poor late wife;
What do think of the colour of her skin,
It has the bloom of a rose,
You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in,
And for that picture in her bedroom she would pose;
Well after a while he was driving me mad,
As you could well understand,
Sitting in there, day after day,
With my wife in the palm of his hand...
It was -
"Madam please do this and Madam please do that",
You've never heard such display,
But he didn't mind he was taking his time,
It was me that had to pay,
"Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods,
You understand it's the light",
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they,
Came back in the middle of the night,
And I swear I'll take care of the painter, oh the painter...
Well as you can see it was hard for me,
But something has to be done,
She only has eyes for him and his lies, and as for me,
Not a glance, not a single one;
My orders were severe and she disappeared,
It really was such a shame,
And when they told me she was dead I broke down and said,
"It's that painter, it's him, he's to blame."
With his "Madam please do this and Madam please do that",
You've never heard such display,
But he didn't mind he was taking his time,
It was me that had to pay,
"Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods,
You understand it's the light",
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they
Came back in the middle of the night,
And I hope it's the rope for the painter,
When he's found, it's hellbound for the painter,
I'll get that painter...
Patricia the Stripper
Album Spanish Train & Other StoriesBy Chris de BurghWritten by Chris de Burgh
Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?"
And beseeching me to come and keep the score...
And Maud saya "Oh Lord! I'm so terribly bored!"
I really can't stand it anymore...
I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
And the reason isn't very hard to see...
She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner,
As they tumble down in heaps before her feet.
They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street...
You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing...
For Patricia is the best stripper in town.
And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
Take it away boys!
But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested,
The manner in which she was exposed,
And later on in court, well, everybody thought,
A summer run in jail would be proposed,
But the judge said, "Patricia,
Or may I say, Delicia,
The facts of this case lie before me...
Case dismissed ... this girl was in her working clothes!!"
And with a swing of her hips, she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were yelling out for more!!!
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...
Perfect Day
Album At The End Of Perfect DayBy Chris de BurghWritten by Chris de Burgh
Oh Lord, I'm tired, it's time to go to bed,
Way, after midnight, and the wine's gone to my head,
Lying here upon the shore just listening to the waves,
And it's been a perfect day.
Packed up a picnic and set off for the sea,
Taking all the back roads where no-one else would be,
My and you and Paul and Sue,
How we laughed the time away,
And we had a perfect day.
I brought along my old guitar,
And lying there beneath the stars,
We sang all the Beatle songs we knew,
Lord you should have heard those harmonies,
When we did Nowhere Man and Let It Be...
My love, if we should break up,
Should we ever part,
And you're searching for some memory,
To help your aching heart,
Forget about the hurtful things,
That lovers often say,
And remember this perfect day.
Then people start coming around the fire,
And I was strumming at my old guitar,
Trying to think of something everybody knew,
And then you said "though it's far away,
A Christmas song would really make my day."
And everbody sang...
And all I really want to do,
Is sing songs for you,
Then it's been a perfect day,
Yes it's been a perfect day.
Polly Von
Album FootstepsBy Chris de BurghWrittern by Peter Yarrow / Paul Stookey / Mary Travers
I will tell of a hunter whose life was undone,
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun,
His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark,
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark;
She'd her apron wrapped about her,
And he took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;
He ran up beside her and found that it was she,
He turned away his face for he could not bear to see,
He lifted her up and he found she was dead,
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed;
She'd her apron wrapped about her,
And he took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;
He carried her off to his home by the sea,
Crying' "Father, oh Father, I've murdered poor Polly!
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life,
I'd always intended that she be my wife;"
"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;"
He roamed near the place where his true love was slain,
And wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain,
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by,
And the sun slowly set in the grey of the sky;
"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;"
"She'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von."
The Power Of Peace
Album Power Of Peace (In Support Of CARE)By Chris de Burgh / Oleta Adams / Enrique Iglesias / Peabo Bryson / Gerald Levert / Aretha Franklin / Kenny Rogers / Giorgia / Emmanuel / Michelle WrightWritten by Harold Nashman / Alex S. Moses
How many soldiers of war
Wonder what they've been fighting for
When will all conflicts cease
Not 'till we know the Power of Peace
(Chris de Burgh)
How many children must die
Not understanding how or why
Too many bombs each day
Innocent victims pay
(Oleta Adams)
All people know our world needs CARE
Let nations unite and learn to share
Join with each other, help conflicts cease
Then we will know the Power of Peace
(Enrique Iglesias/Peabo Bryson)
Refugees run from fear
Clutching the ones they hold so dear
Trying to ease their pain
We cannot let them down again
(Gerald Levert/Aretha Franklin/Kenny Rogers)
When will all conflicts cease
Not 'till we know The Power of Peace
(Kenny Rogers)
All people know our world needs CARE
Let nations unite and learn to share
So join with each other, help conflicts cease
Then we will know the Power of Peace
(Giorgia/Aretha Franklin)
A family of nations, that's our goal
Reaching to touch each heart and soul
Upward and on no backward glance
There's just one way, give peace a chance
(Emmanuel/Michelle Wright)
There's just one way, give peace a chance
(Peabo Bryson)
When will all conflicts cease
Not 'till we know The Power of Peace...
